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Blood, blood, blood Drips the colour red They who have killed all gods Save themselves Drowns the masses in silent waves Those who do not mourn the loss But give thunderous applause To the slaughter of themselves Those who are free in body Are chained in mind Yet know nothing of their shackles They Shoutout Glory! glory! Glory! While they themselves are slaughtered. Their blood fills the streets For the colour red still reigns And ignorance remains. They who have killed God Worship themselves. While others do the same, And shout out Death! Death! Death! This beast they have tried to tame Only grows. Though still the red river flows. Now the beast outnumbers them But they themselves do not know that they are the only monsters And the beast is innocent of blood. Torn apart yet still growing They cannot stop the beast. For it is good and they are evil. The beast primeval. They who shout out Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Have turned the prayers into prey. And kneel before new gods For the one killed for them They refuse to serve Driven by lust And void of trust. Now they have come to the final place Their river has become an ocean The prayers are slain And the colour red reigns.
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
The Colour Red.
Blood, blood, blood Drips the colour red They who have killed all gods Save themselves Drowns the masses in silent waves Those who do not mourn the loss But give thunderous applause To the slaughter of themselves Those who are free in body Are chained in mind Yet know nothing of their shackles They Shoutout Glory! glory! Glory! While they themselves are slaughtered. Their blood fills the streets For the colour red still reigns And ignorance remains. They who have killed God Worship themselves. While others do the same, And shout out Death! Death! Death! This beast they have tried to tame Only grows. Though still the red river flows. Now the beast outnumbers them But they themselves do not know that they are the only monsters And the beast is innocent of blood. Torn apart yet still growing They cannot stop the beast. For it is good and they are evil. The beast primeval. They who shout out Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Have turned the prayers into prey. And kneel before new gods For the one killed for them They refuse to serve Driven by lust And void of trust. Now they have come to the final place Their river has become an ocean The prayers are slain And the colour red reigns.
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alec-maskrey
21/M/Pretoria
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
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